Casanova Brief of Widows

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

There was the sound of adhan dhuhur when I finished the meeting. The restaurant where I met happened to be quite close to a mosque, only a few meters away.

When I was a child I never forgot to pray, let alone forget, too late to pray never. However, everything changed when I started going to High School.

The good looks that have been attached since birth are made bullyan by two friends who are presented as demons in my life. How not? They're relentlessly trying to make me look like they've got a lot of girlfriends.

They always said that I should take advantage of what I had, a beautiful but single face. Just die sono. The words I always say when I refuse to date, because I was not interested at that time.

My two best friends won't give up until what they want me to do. Understandably, they've been trying to stain my ears since we hit the Junior High School.

Everything changes when there is a new student from the village. Yes, it turns out that village girls are no less beautiful than the city girls I have met. Even they are more naturally beautiful than the girls I often see.

It made my two best friends to poison me back with syaiton sentences. Over time I was influenced also into the valley of the blasphemy they made. And from then on, be the present Bari. My best friend and I are always racing to get the most beautiful girl in school.

"Master wants to pray?" ask Firdaus foolishly. Though he knew I had long since left my obligatory worship. But he always asked me that when we were out of the office and the prayer rang. Maybe he wants me to go.

"Once again you go to me. I love the new uniform."

"What?"

"Helper in my house."

"Nothing, there is an angel of heaven in the master's house. I will gladly accept your offer."

Tue

One toyoran I put on the brow of that crazy secretary. Ever since Farah came to the office a few months ago, Firdaus had been blatantly admiring the meek figure of my sister.

"Sholat there, I wait in the car." I stepped with an authoritative step even without actually doing it all eyes must be on me.

When I was about to enter the car accidentally my eyes saw the figure of a woman wearing clothes very closed, even her face was covered with a veil. Mom's dream woman, my inner.

Yes, mom always told me to look for a sholeha woman even though mom knew that I was dilapidated inside out. He knew that I had many women and strictly forbade me to bring her home if I wanted to not marry her. And until I was thirty years old I had never brought a woman in front of my mother. Because I am still comfortable with my role and still enjoy life as a free man. No thought of getting married.

Even though I was already three heads, my face was still handsome handsome and looked young. That's why I have no trouble finding a partner. I don't know, I find it very difficult to guarantee a serious relationship with a woman. I have never been hurt by them. But it feels so hard to find a woman I can make a wife with.

"Bar, you've had enough like this Bar. I'm dizzy every day seeing you running around with women out there. Mom doesn't like it. If you haven't found a better fit yourself just yet. Do not try all women by approaching them, making promises and leaving. Don't you realize you're hurting mom's heart too with you like this?" my mother said a year ago while lying in the hospital.

Don't ever think that my mom would just shut up to see me change partners and date a lot of women. My mother was always angry and nagging when she accidentally met me somewhere.

I don't know, I always obey whatever you ask, but not to stop dating women.

During the courtship with those dozens of women, there was absolutely nothing that could make me fall in love. Make my heart rumble or at least deg deg an, none of them exist. Somehow the woman I'm looking for I don't know.

"No more meetings?" I asked when Firdaus got in the car.

"No sir, after lunch hour sir is free."

"Yes back from the office by taxi. I want to go to the second wife's house" I drove out of the car.

I heard my pride secretary take a deep breath. Disregarding his feelings, I continued to drive the car outside the restaurant yard.

It only took me about five minutes, I had already arrived at my second girlfriend's residence. This afternoon he must be home. Because he works at night in one of the famous cafes.

"Tumben's here in the afternoon at work again," asked Diana, my second lover of the season.

"There was a meeting near here" I replied as I walked into the house without permission.

I occupied one of the maroon-red plain sofas neatly arranged there. Then it was after Diana who was sitting near me. The scent of her body that was always fragrant was the thing I missed the most from Diana.

"Assalamu'alaikum Di," cried someone from outside, who if guessed was the voice of a woman.

"Waalaikumsalam," we answered simultaneously. "Get in" continued Diana half-shouting.

I looked at the main door waiting for who was visiting during the day like this, disturbing my romance, my mind was a little upset.

The figure of the woman wearing covered clothes and covering her face with a veil entered the house politely. I don't know what dream today I've met a woman who's dressed like that twice.

The woman immediately lowered her head when she accidentally looked at this full-looking me. The instant I looked at myself, was there anything wrong with my appearance until he immediately turned his face to the floor? Don't know myself this is the dream of every woman? When all the women who accidentally looked at me instantly did not blink and were fascinated with my face, but she acted the opposite.

"What's wrong, mbak?" diana asked as she walked over to him.

"This was a gift from mom for you. The dance mother had just visited her married brother. I went straight home, assalamu'alaikum." The veiled woman immediately turned around and left without seeing me again.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

"Who?" much

"My cousin is."

I'm just a beard. I don't know why I thought about him. If I look at the woman, her eyes are beautiful. However, a second later I threw away my falling mind. I don't like women who are so closed.

Seriate.